Halloween: A knife, a fire and a pumpkin with oozing pulp. What could go wrong?
I am finishing the Halloween candy I refused to hand out, calling it dinner, as I am still on cooking hiatius.
If you came here looking for a dog that has been morphed into the strange world of Warhol, then you came to the right place.
If you came for a Friday post, oh, I've got nothing.
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